The only one left
He kneeled on the ground in front of Lily and James Potter. Or more specifically, in front of their graves.
It was a cold day outside, that 1st day of November. The cold winds were blowing, ruffling his shirt slightly. He didn't feel the cold though. All he could feel was the emptiness of his heart.
"Oh James… Lily… How could this happen?" he whispered. "How can you be dead?
"Sirius- he was taken to Azkaban. Peter cornered him in a muggle street and Sirius killed him. He blew up the street. The only thing left of Peter was a finger. But Sirius wouldn't do that! What happened to him? The Sirius I know would never hurt his friend.
"I'm the only one left now. I'm the only marauder standing. How did it come to this? How can I live without you there by my side?"
He thought of all the good times they had had. All the memories started rushing back to him.
On the Hogwarts Express, how they had all gotten a compartment together. They were so different, yet they became friends almost instantly.
The sorting hat, and how it sang the song.
Sirius getting sorted into Gryffindor, against his parents wishes. He, Remus, getting sorted into Gryffindor, the most surprised out of everybody. James had always planned to get into Gryffindor, and he got his wish. And Peter, small little Peter, getting sorted into the house so he could be with his friends.
James met Lily, and even from a few tables away, he saw Severus scowl.
The Whomping Willow, where he had to go every full moon. James, Peter and Sirius telling him that they knew his secret. When they became animagus so he wouldn't have to be alone while he was a wolf.
When they created the Marauders Map, and they signed it with their nicknames: Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs.
He could see so clearly in his mind the younger marauders, when they had been at school. He could remember all of them laughing together after a prank, and how Lily used to come and yell at them that it wasn't funny.
Then before they knew it, seven years had passed, and they were all graduating. It had all passed so quickly and so slowly.
Those years had been the best of his life.
All the marauders and Lily joined The Order Of The Phoenix.
Lily and James got married, and Lily announced that she was pregnant. A few months later, July 31 1980, Harry Potter was born.
One year, 3 months later, October 31st 1981, the Potters were murdered by Voldemort. Peter was murdered by Sirius, and Sirius was taken to Azkaban.
Remus had never gotten to say goodbye.
He thought of how happy he had been. Just two days ago they had all been fine. A year ago, the Potters hadn't even been in hiding.
Everything in life had been perfect. Now, everyone he had ever cared about was gone.
How could this be the end?
"Goodbye," he said. "Goodbye James Potter, my amazing friend. Goodbye Lily Evans Potter, I will never forget you. Goodbye Peter Pettigrew, you are truly brave. And goodbye Sirius Black, a man I once believed to be my best friend."
Remus stood up, and walked back out onto the quiet streets of Godric's Hollow. As he walked out of the cemetery, he took one last look back.
"Goodbye my friends."
Hope you liked it! That was my first time writing a Harry Potter fanfic. I must say, I really enjoyed writing though (Even if it was a little sad). I'm sorry it was so short (572 words) It took a while to wirte, because I'm not used to writing about these characters.
Hope you have an awseome day/evening/night,
~Percabethlives4ever